Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking

He sits there,

across the room.

Holding her hand.

Wish it was me

But,

I look at him now,

and he's not that boy,

from down the street

His hair is cut short

he slumps a little

the cares of life

have begun to take hold

All the memories

of a past friend

are gone

But its not as though

we ever loved

He'll be married soon,

it makes me sad to know

what his life could have been

He could have waited

for me

I would have

made him happy

Wish that he

could truly see

me now

I'm not that girl

he used to know

I'm not even the girl

I used to know.

Wish that I

could have a chance,

just one more,

at romance.

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I wrote this poem about a boy I knew. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and then he decided to show up.

I thought, and wrote, and decided to post it.

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